"Long time no see."

The largest tavern in Luoyang City is full of people even at night, the bead curtain on the second floor is noisy, and behind the private room, a young man in a white satin robe pushed a cup of tea to the person sitting at the end and laughed:

"Taste, the best Junshan silver needle."

A green glow hat dimly reflected his eyebrows, and the light robe was slowly covered with plain cloud ornaments, and his swaying legs were bright and extinguished.

I didn't even sit down.

Meng Jinghuai stared at the green leaves floating in the lamp, and his eyes were uncertain: "The place you pick is unique." ”

"Tsk, isn't this afraid that your wife will see me." The man lifted the tulle of Qingxia's hat, revealing the interesting eyes under his handsome face, pretending to smile.

Meng Jinghuai's phalanges knocked twice on the case, neither light nor heavy:

"Let's get down to business."

The man put away the hippie smile, but he was still cross-legged Erlang, supporting his emaciated cheeks on the side case: "Come out with me so blatantly, not afraid of being followed?" ”

"Since they let me go back to Luoyang under the pretext of worshipping my ancestors, they naturally have their plans."

Meng Jinghuai took a sip of the teacup, the fragrance of tea instantly filled his mouth, his eyebrows were faint, but the words he said were deciding the life and death of others: "There are people guarding the restaurant, and those who came with me all the way have seen the king of Hades." ”

The window of the Accord melts into the mist of the night, embracing the surging dark tide under the silence.

"Didn't you always say that you were working for others, but you were all your own masters?" The smoke of the incense burner in the room curled, and half of the man's face was misty, "I haven't seen you for half a year, but you have changed a lot." ”

"Why are you innocent if you are willing to sell your life with evil thoughts?" Meng Jinghuai glanced at him fixedly, and sneered: "Didn't you always say that the Buddha didn't cross sentient beings, and you came to kill them to cross the evil spirits?" ”

The man put down Erlang's legs, which had been shaking, chuckled, and the tails of his peach blossom eyes turned up slightly: "Look, I just said a word to you, but you started to lift my old bottom." ”

"Now that the disaster in Yongzhou has been decided, you have half of the credit." Meng Jinghuai raised his glass and shook it, and said to him, "No vain, thank you." ”

"Hey, don't tell me this," Xie Wuyu replied to Meng Jinghuai with a cup of tea and snorted, "This tea still doesn't have the strength of wine." ”

He just wanted to wave his hand to call for wine, but he remembered what Meng Jinghuai said about not smelling alcohol, so he had to put it down: "In the battle of the border city back then, you saved my life, the prefect of the state city was really mediocre, but it was just a gesture." ”

"The Xie family secretly protected the people of the three prefectures of Yongzhou for more than half a month, which can be described as hard work." Meng Jinghuai's back was straight, and he turned his head to look at him.

Xie Wuyu said in a playful tone, squinted his eyes and smiled at him: "If you want me to say, the eyes of that candidate are not very good, and his old eyes are dizzy." ”

Meng Jinghuai's face was loose, and he finally chuckled.

The night breeze blew through the window, Meng Jinghuai's smile faded, and he lowered his eyes: "How is the border city?" ”

"The large army was ordered in time, but it didn't hurt its vitality." Xie Wuyu also withdrew his smile, and his tone was two points lower, "Only a small team was attacked by a sneak attack, and ninety percent of the losses were lost. ”

Meng Jinghuai's eyes showed a cloudy dead air, his pupils were like the scarlet of ghost fire, and the night was smudged into a thick cloud of ink: "What about that person?" ”

"Dead." Xie Wuyu stretched out two fingers and pointed at the wooden table, and a cold color flashed, "Don't worry, I will kiss my own hand." ”

"He's got his hand inside." Meng Jinghuai clenched his back teeth.

Xie Wufu looked at him: "If he already knows, why don't you report it directly?" ”

"He's just doing this to warn me that he already knows of your existence." Meng Jinghuai exerted force on the palm of his hand, and the cup in his palm instantly split and shattered completely, "I know what he wants." ”

Xie Wuyu was silent.

"In the short term, he won't say it, don't worry." Meng Jinghuai said in a hoarse tone, he let go, the fragments of the cup fell to the ground, and his voice was crisp, "You check carefully, if there can be one traitor, there can be others." ”

"I know, I'd rather kill and make a mistake than let one go." Xie Wuyu spread out the bone fan on one side, and he gently wiped the fan bones, which were the most vicious weapons in the world, "It's time to clean up the blood." ”

His steps were spikes, and many people died in the sharp claws beneath his flamboyant and playful skin, and his fan bones shredded people with a single ash of dirt.

"A bunch of useless things, this year's peace and tranquility, but they have smoothed out all the minions under their hegemony." Meng Jing's face was frosty, and his voice was as deep as a bell and drum.

Xie Wufu closed the fan, withdrew his sleeve, and the coolness went from his wrist to the atrium.

"I will take a good look at it in the future, and I will not have to worry about the rear," Xie Wuyu lowered his eyes, and his smiling face brought a little respect, "You can rest assured that you are wearing your well-behaved skin in Huai'an." ”

Meng Jinghuai's face was loose, and he had to say, "Thank you." ”

"Friends of life and death, why say thank you."

Xie Wufu picked up the teapot and poured a cup of warmth, his heart was idle and turbid, glancing at Meng Jinghuai's expression, his eyes were always slanting, and he returned to his appearance: "If you do this again, I won't come next time." ”

Meng Jinghuai laughed, took out the things on the inside of his arms, got up and walked to Xie Wuyu, put it next to his desk, and then gently patted him on the shoulder, and turned to leave.

Xie Wuyu's eyes flashed, put the thing away, and went out slowly.

It was late at night, and there were fewer people in the tavern, so Xie Wuyu put down the tulle of Qingxia Hat, went to the shopkeeper to settle the account, and looked back at the lobby.

"There is a way that the mountain rain is coming, the wind is full of buildings, and the black clouds are pressing the city and the city is about to be destroyed."

The storyteller in the lobby of the tavern flicked his goatee, and the companion sitting cross-legged next to him also played a rather twisty erhu tune.

As soon as the music stopped, he changed his voice again, pretending to be mysterious and began to tell a story.

Xie Wuyu listened with relish, and at the end, he threw a gold nugget and smashed it directly in front of the desk of the storyteller in the main hall on the first floor.

Suddenly, there was silence in the hall.

Then the storyteller hurriedly got up and bowed in the direction where Xie Wuyu was standing, while leaving no trace of the gold nugget in his sleeve.

Xie Wuyu nodded slightly, and also turned around and walked away into the night.

When the golden beast dissipates the brain, in the side courtyard of the house in Luoyang Mengfu, the beautiful lady is half leaning against the window, holding a scroll, the fog locks the willow shadow, and the smoke is fascinated by the moon water, fading her half of the life's bones, grinding the wind and moon situation.

"Madam," Ying'er entered, stood still in front of her, and bowed her head, "The young master is back, according to the rules, he will live in another courtyard tonight." ”

Shen Zhihe raised her eyes, the page in her hand had not been turned for a moment, she quietly closed the scroll, put it on the desk, and asked, "What time is it?" ”

"Mrs. Hui, it's time to rest." Ying'er had just sorted out the futon, "But are you going to rest?" ”

Shen Zhihe was silent, and looked out the window, there was a sound of movement in the courtyard, presumably Meng Jinghuai was grooming.

It has been more than two hours since dinner, and Meng Jinghuai has only returned home.

Shen Zhihe's willow eyebrows were folded three inches, and his face was relaxed for a while, his heart turned back and forth, and the dark waves in his eyes flowed:

"Wait for me to put on my makeup."